James was 19 when he decided to join the army. He has taken a semester of classes at the local community college, but he really didn't know what he wanted to do. Classes were too expensive, and he couldn't justify taking out loans for an associates degree. On top of this, he still lived with his mom in their mobile home. She had done her best for him: she had worked one or two jobs to keep a roof over there heads. He wanted to do something to make her proud, and he really wanted to get his own place.
The two weeks before basic was turning out to be one hell of a send off. His mother had been practically beaming when he told her the news of his recruitment (he had actually recruited himself by walking into the Army storefront at the mall). She had started making him hot breakfasts like she used to when he was in elementary school. She made french toast, and scrambled eggs, and collar bacon everyday. He felt good to give his mother something to be happy about.
His friends had made it their mission to see James off the "proper" way. Kyle and Jon especially. They treated each sticky summer night like a going away party; bar-hopping, and especially looking for girls. James was up for it. He had given his two-weeks notice at Citgo over a month ago. He had nothing to do except read the paper, do a bit of fishing, and tone up at the gym. He was feeling great, but he was also starting to get nervous.
It was three days before basic, and the guys went out again. They hit a street where almost all the bars catered to the local colleges. They didn't card too hard, and the guys had bad fakes if they needed them. They had each gotten lucky a few times in the last week, and both Kyle and Jon seemed to be on a mission this night. Jon's older brother Mike had tagged along. For some reason James' heart was not in it anymore. They started at an open-air joint that was offering specials on wings and buckets.
"We'll take two dozen wings, a bucket of Buds, no, make that Coronas, and 5 Jameson shots Sweety," Jon said, handing the slim waitress their menus before they could even get a word in. The sun was almost gone in the West, and a slight breeze gave the first delicious respite from the days maddening heat.
"I guess we're getting started right then, huh Jon?" Kyle joked. They all hunched in, putting elbows down on the wrought-iron patio table. All except James. He remained leaned back in the arm chair. He was oblivious to the many tables of people around them. He twisted a steak knife around in his hand, and gazed at it distantly as he drew his thumb along the blade's edge.
"Hey James," Mike's head was cocked and eyes squinted and concerned.
"Hey buddy," James said half-heartedly.
"What's up, you starting to get nervous?"
James sighed once and leaned in like the rest of them, setting down the knife."Ya, I guess I am. Nine weeks seems like a long time." James half-frown looked serious. "I know I'm in good enough shape. I just have this feeling. Like, maybe mentally I'm not ready, or something bad is going to happen."
"No way man, you are one of the toughest people we know," Kyle said surprised.
The four turned and watched as the attractive waitress walked from the kitchen in back through the tables inside with their order.
"That is what you need James," Jon looked him in the eye and pointed, "some food, some drinks, and some ladies. You are going to kick Basic Training's ass. Then your going to come back here and tell us all the details. Hell, you might even convince us to sign up ourselves. We definitly aren't doing anything worthwhile to this shitty dust-box."
The waitress set down the food and the bucket of beer. As she set down the shots, Jon quickly looked up at her.
"Wait a second, there's 5 shots and 5 people here, that is, including you Sweety." The waitress smiled an shook her head in disbelief. "Now before you protest, listen here. Our good buddy James is going to Basic Training in 3 days, and we're trying to send him off right." She laughed, but before she could answer, a stocky clean cut man in jeans and a white t-shirt walked over and put his arm around her.
"Everything ok over here Eilene?"
"Yea Teddy, these guys are just seeing off their friend. He's going to basic in 3 days," she said with a knowing smile. "They offered me a shot."
The man laughed heartily. He put his hands on the table and looked at them all. "My girl isn't supposed to drink on the job, see guys?" He talked really quiet and controlled. "How about I take that shot for her?"
"Hell yea, no harm intended boss," Kyle said quickly, trying to diffuse the tension.
"Here's to your buddy," the man named Teddy said as he raised his glass. "May he watch his ass in basic."
The man slammed his shot and then slammed the glass back onto their table. He walked backed to his group, sat down, a looked over at them one more time. He didn't look back again.
The rest of the night past in a blur. When James wolk up, he put his head in his big hands and tried to piece together the night before. It only came back in fragments. Shots, bars, women, and that man. He vaguely remembered dancing with a some girl his age. And then he went to the bathroom and puked.
